My middle name

    • September 24,2011

      For some reason I’ll never know my parents gave me Ray for a middle name. I guess they figured James Ray Landry sounded good. James became Jimmie and I never thought much about Ray until I heard a guy on the radio named Ray Charles. Besides feeling an instant love for his sound, I guess because there was some connection that we shared the same name and that made his music reach me deeper. For whatever reason a middle name connected us I felt I needed to play like him and sound like him. Of course there’s no way I was going to come close to the ‘genius’ of Ray Charles, but just to learn his songs and get payed to play them in public was OK with me. After going to hear him in person in 1958 I was inspired even more by just being in the same room as him. His soul touched me and lifted me right up on the stage with him. Each of the following four performances I went to see him over the next thirty years was a religious experience. His presence would send me into Ecstasy.  In 1980 I saw him in a small club in Houston Texas. I was seated about twenty feet from him and the energy from his body was so strong it felt like he could pick up that grand piano and throw it at me. His records, CDs, videos and his movie “Ray” are all  a poor substitute for an in person performance, but they do provide a good sample for  those who did not or never will have a “live” experience.  His spirit lives on in any medium you want to tap into. Hallelujah I just love him so!

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Born and raised in New Orleans in 1942. Married with two children and one grand child First degree Black Belt in American Freestyle Karate
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One Response to My middle name

  1. Marsha Pierce says:

    I remember Elvis Presley, The Beatles and several other “big” artists growing up. Frequently I wondered what all of the fuss was about. They could all sing and play instruments well enough but they were nothing to go nuts over. Then I saw Ray Charles at the Loyola Field House. He rocked my world. I loved the way he sounded, I loved how he played piano, I loved his charisma. I loved the whole package. His music moved me to depths that I had never felt before. I was hooked and I remain hooked to this very day. what a genius he was. His music is amazing. It still rocks my soul.

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